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• I’m having a crap day, for no known reason. Nothing has gone particularly wrong; I’m just feeling as though I’m only just skimming along on the top of my suppressed anger for some reason, which is making it difficult to be a happy, cheery Ned. If only I had a grenade launcher…

Afternoon

• Our washing machine stopped washing, making it more of an objet d’art than anything else.

Evening

• I went shopping for a birthday present for my sister. This is a very stressful, difficult and arduous process. I also came across some Hellenic dancers, and two rather large-headed Greeks, dancing in the mall.